I never got along with the girls at my school
Filling me up with all their morals and their rules
Theyd pile all their problems on my head
Id rather go out and fuck the dead
Cause I can do what I want and they wont complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
Middle of the night so silently
I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
Cause I can do what I want and they wont complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
And I dont even care how she died...
But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone
They dont scream and they dont moan
Dont even cry if I shoot in their hair
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares
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